Woods(ie): Breaking the Silence

Soooo … have ya … heard about Tiger Woods? Unless you’ve been some kind of void that dissipates all forms of communication — electronic and face-to-face — I’m sure you have.

For those of you who can’t get enough, Google has a reader of sorts set up that gives you the latest on Tiger Woods news.

Meantime, you might be wondering: Where are the RSG boys at on all of this? Why haven’t they spoken out? What’s up with that?

Well, being your main contributor to this site so far*, I have a confession to make. I’ve been really sick the past week. Before that, I was out of town (from where I caught said cold … more details in my latest Sirius XM/iPhone review). What’s more, I’m going out of town for the holidays all next week, so updates won’t be really … how shall I say it … forthcoming.

But there’s been sooo much going on with this Tiger Woods stuff, and we’ve been conspicuously silent on it so far, I decided to chime in with a few gems.

First, a joke:

What’s the difference between Tiger Woods and Santa Claus? Santa stops after three ho’s!

I have to admit, I laughed out loud when I first read that one.

Second, this recent exchange at our Facebook outpost:

I’m on the “man up, Nancy boy, and get back out on the links” side of things myself. He should be re-allocating his manliness he’s getting from his “pair” — from chasing tail to getting a backbone and picking up his clubs to compete again.

And on a personal note: Having the last name of “Woods” (as I do) hasn’t been a real great thing as of late. Before the scandal, I’d get the occasional joke about my golfing ability being up to par (pardon the gratuitous pun), and that golf genes don’t run through the “Woods” lineage. My father gets that all the time, too.

Now, though, it’s swung 180 degrees to asking about babes, affairs, any visible scars or bruises … you get the idea. Sometimes, I get a knowing snicker when people learn my last name. And business networking events I do for my primary employer have taken on a whole new flavor, thanks to all of this.

Heck, even my pharmacist made some snarky comments about all of this on Monday. When you get guff from your legal drug pusher, then you know you’re in trouble.

So … c’mon, Tiger. Babe. Bubala. “Cousin.” Cuz. Get this mess cleaned up ASAP, put it in the rear-view mirror of your Buick (oops, another former sponsor – but dropped before the scandal), and get back out on the links. You’re making my life hell!

*All of the other RSG’ers are in the process of learning how to post to the site, and you’ll be hearing from them here at the site after the holidays. You can catch them right now, though, at our Facebook page. Become a fan today!

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